“My Husband Left for a Two-Year Assignment in Toronto — I Cried as He Boarded the Plane”

I held Mark’s hand tightly, tears streaming down my face in a performance I’d rehearsed mentally for three days.

“Mark, do you really have to be gone for two whole years?” I asked, my voice choked with what he believed was genuine emotion.

He wiped my tears away gently, his own voice filled with practiced reluctance. “Hannah, you know how important continue reading …